Archive for January, 2007

Jan 31

Reikovering

To Reiko,

You have been alive for a decade and a half. What makes you think you haven’t proven yourself yet? Let me guess. Because of that idiot who turned you down. Is that right? Is it because you’ve been rejected by someone who actually matters to you? Aww, how cute. Little Reiko cares about someone who cares nothing for her. Haha. Imagine him reading this. He wouldn’t have a fucking clue who the hell I’m talking about, would he? Kind of like Neo from The Matrix – not very bright.

Take a look at that graph your friend drew you of your “complications”. Look at what kind of goons you attract! My advice to you is to pretend to be a little Chinese girl everyone loves. Someone who is a brainwashed, blissfully ignorant tool to the system. Someone who is controllable, and who loves to keep her mouth shut. Someone who doesn’t dress herself up. Some cute little girl who listens to her parents, and who is numb to love. Unfortunately, you are none of these things, are you, Reiko? No, of course not. You avoid these things. You make tedious efforts to fight being like everyone else.

Why can’t you be like everyone else, Reiko? Be smart in school, and stupid everywhere else. Break the rules that don’t apply to you. Get mad at nothing, and ignore frustrating things. Why can’t you be these things? Maybe if you were, you’d be happy. But no. Why do you refuse to be happy, Reiko? Because you’d rather know the truth than be happy. My goodness, your life practically orbits around The Matrix. What if The Matrix is wrong, Reiko? What if everyone else is free, and you are the one who is trapped?

From, Nemo

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Jan 30

To Neone

How could you love someone like me?

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Jan 30

Reikorrupted

To Reiko,

You thought he was your friend, didn’t you? You are so silly! You really want a friend who is so ugly? Someone who is beyond you? Haha. But you know that he is right, don’t you? Yes, you do. The rest of your friends do not. The rest of your friends are blissfully ignorant. They set an example of who you should be, and he is an example of what kind of fool you should avoid being. Be happy. Don’t be an ugly baffoon like him. Do what makes you happy. Use Myspace and Bluug. If you actually took his advice, then you would truly be an “attention whore”, as he says. You would be craving his attention. His attention is all he cares about. He doesn’t realize it, but he is even more selfish than you are. He is ignorant to himself, which is his only source of bliss. You are not an attention whore. The reason why you want people to read your Bluug is because you know you did not put so much effort into writing for nothing. You want your friends to indulge in the same pride you have. You want people to be happy. Remember that your ignorance towards him will bring you bliss, and it will bring him pain. Isn’t that what you want, Reiko? Isn’t it?

From, Nemo

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Jan 30

Homework

I hate the word “homework”. Whoever made up the word has serious problems. Home is a sanctuary. Homework means danger to the average teenager. Having danger in your sanctuary is not a good thing, and obviously destroys the purpose of a sanctuary. I believe the only work that is supposed to be done at home is housework, not homework. But of course, we must complete our homework anyway, for it is natural to get rid of any threats that have invaded your sanctuary.

Homework is not simply a threat to people who go to school. It also causes quite a frightening scene for the neighborhood. Do you remember in those old TV shows where they would show kids playing on their front lawns? Well, those days are over now, and it’s all because of homework! Don’t you ever get that eerie feeling when you are wandering on a street by yourself, wondering “Where did all the children go?”? I will tell you: they are all in their homes, doing their homework. Quite a repulsive thought.

Nowadays, home reminds me of a war zone. I am literally barracaded with textbooks. If someone were to shoot me, the bullet would not be able to penetrate my layers and tiers of textbooks. Sometimes, I would find myself with cuts and bruises after finishing my homework. Paper, I find, is a dangerous weapon. They can give you papercuts, and if they are in a form of a textbook, they will crush you under their tremendous weight. Also, I get an odd adrenaline rush when I am pumping my pencil full of lead.

Sometimes, homework is like a storm. You don’t know when or how strong it will strike, but you know it’s coming. Also, when the teacher says, “Today, it will be four assignments with a good chance of an essay. You might want to bring a textbook tomorrow,” It really reminds me of a weather forecast. “Today, it will be thirty degrees with a good chance of rain. You might want to bring an umbrella tomorrow.” Scary. Very scary.

I find the best way to finish your homework is with a friend. First of all, you can work together, since two heads are better than one (usually!). Also, isn’t it more fun to tackle danger with someone you trust? Plus, it is very progressive and your mind won’t explode as often. So if you are going to remember anything from this post, let it be this: Pwn your homework, don’t let it pwn you.

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Jan 29

Reikonnected

To Reiko-chan. You are a fool. You know that, don’t you? But of course you do. You are sitting at your laptop, wondering how to express yourself in a way that will not make you look like an idiot. The truth is, you cannot express yourself because you don’t know what’s going on. You don’t know what’s going on at all. You never think things through, as you said before. And you were right – who knew? And so, my dear friend, I am typing this for you. Perhaps you can relax now that your enemy is revealing all of yourself on the internet?

But it does not matter whether or not you will relax, because you can’t. You overreact to everything just because you’re excited it’s happening to you. You are a silly girl. You should be thankful these things don’t happen to you often. You should be making a deal with whatever evil spirit controls your life and trading it half of your lifespan to have an uneventful, stable life. But alas, a fool does not listen. I can even type en español y no puedes saber la diferencia.

Reiko, what will you do now? You’ve got an awful situation, involving two perfect circles. They touch at one tangent: you. Perhaps if you had been a little more wise about the situation (say, starting on Tuesday?) then things would not be so mumbly jumbly for you. In fact, you could be having what you want. Instead, you are only settling for what is available.

You underestimate yourself. You could be getting anything you want. Do you realize that? Stop saying “yes” to the first deal you are being offered. Negotiate. Learn to be a little more like your brother. Fight for what you really want, because anything is possible. What’s possible right now is you being a happy little girl with a perfect life, having anything you want, but instead, you are watching your fingers type things you do not want to reveal. Instead, you are being so passive about the people in your life. Be more aggresive. Then you will get what you want.

Sincerely, Nemo

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Jan 29

You Are Pathetic

What are these things that come out of your mouth? Words, you say? No, my dear fool of a friend, they are not words. They are lies. You think they are words because you have lied so many times you can’t find your way back to the truth. Here is the truth: you are a fucking liar. You are full of bullshit, and you are pathetic. And there are you, standing like a complete idiot. No, you are not standing, actually. You are sitting, aren’t you? You are sitting on a level taller than your waist, so you will seem bigger than you really are. You are lying about your height, and symbolically, you are lying about your significance. The truth is, you do not matter to anyone. No one cares that you exist. I don’t think anyone would care if you hurt yourself. I don’t think anyone would care if you died, because honestly, no one cares that you are alive right now. You are just a drama queen to everyone. No one cares what the fuck happens to you unless you learn how to tell a truth. Yes, my dear fool of a friend, we all know that you can lie. What we don’t know, my dear fool of a friend, is if you know how to tell a fucking truth. Can you do that? Can you do that for me? Can you do that for us? Can you do that for yourself? Yes, you say? Haha, my dear fool of a friend, you lie to yourself again. You are pathetic. Have you really thought for one moment that you are beautiful? I laugh at you, my dear fool of a friend, because you are not beautiful. You are ugly, because your words have made you sick. The condition of your skin is caused by your lies. The bulging of your eyes is caused by all your fucking bullshit. You frizzy hair is a result of your selfish words. Your corpulence, your shortness, all these things you hate about yourself is because you lie to yourself. You are pathetic. Do you think you are beautiful? Do you really think you are attractive? Nothing about you is beautiful. Your visage repels all seeing-eyes. You are not talented. You cannot sing. You don’t know how to read with enthusiasm. You do not know how to speak with enthusiasm. You do not know how to speak with truth. You can’t even play your fucking instrument right. And you are stupid. Learn to feel, my dear fool of a friend. Learn to love. Learn to hate. Learn to speak to yourself in words that do not turn you green. Learn to tell your mother that you love her with sincerity. Yet I wonder…do you think your mother loves you? Yes, you say? Oh, my dear fool of a friend! Did you not know that apples do not fall far from the tree? What makes you think that your mother is not lying to you when she tells you she loves you? What makes you think she doesn’t think you are an ugly pile of fat? You are pathetic, and so is your mother.

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Jan 29

You…

You did not deceive me. You never lied, never fought, never insulted, and you were never what I wanted. You are beautiful, but not to me. You disappoint me, because you are only an essence of what I want. You remind me of something I never had. You remind me of why I suffer. You are the reason I am blinded. You wasted my time, and I wasted yours. You never told me you were not what I wanted. You never told me you would never be mine. You never told me. You never knew.

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Jan 26

Dooby

As a whispered cry, my little bear,
Close your eyes, ignore the dov.
She speaks no words, no meaning there
Don’t let her be heard, my love.

As a laptop-clock, a tangled puppet,
My building block, a fragile brick.
Cement azure, pain you’ll forget,
A heart so pure you make me sick.

As a hidden, muffled silver toy gun,
So forbidden to have you as a pawn.
Silence, sweet ewe; I desire the fun.
I will find her in blue, and you will be gone.

[Dooby is Hebrew. Doobie is slang.]

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Jan 25

Brainwashed

School…we are your school…we belong to you…as long as…you do what we tell you to…we give you options in your future…so you can get a job…make money…money will pay for things that make you happy…get jobs to help society…to be the best you can be…school…school…all you need to do…is get good grades…by wasting hours of your life…studying, studying, studying…do homework…homework…pay attention in class…listen to your teachers…do as they say…complete assignments on time…participate…participate…work, work…work at home…work in class…keep working…read…write…work, and keep working forever…you will never stop working…never…all your life…you will work…you will work for us…so you can find work…you will never stop working…never…

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Jan 25

Advice for Friendship / [Not] Studying for English

And why am I not studying for English?

Well, it just occured to me that I should not spend so many hours in my LIFE trying to memorize vocabulary words. First of all, I know enough vocabulary to express my thoughts. Secondly, Ms. Eisenberg is a giant peach, so I should not be working so hard to impress a delicious fruit. And my last reason: how will all this suffering help me?

Yes, I know – another emo moment. But this is important. Just think about it: your suffering is the roots of society. Think about it.

You doing well in school helps you become very, very good at whatever job you may choose in the future. However, this is not how you should be thinking. This is how they WANT you to think so they can manipulate you in whichever way they want. And who is this “they”? They are the people who are not you, and they are the people who have fallen into this trap. What you should be thinking is how you help society by being very good at your job. Well, when will this ever help you, and how many people will you help?

Remember, being good at school does not bring you happiness. It brings you a job. Job does not bring you happiness. It brings you money. Money will not bring you happiness. It will bring you all the things in the world but happiness. The things you buy will not bring you happiness. Hobbies do not always bring you happiness. Love may not even bring you happiness. The only thing that will bring you happiness is friendship.

So anyway, here is my advice: if your friends ask you to hang out, then hang out! Don’t sit at home studying, you dumbfuck; go with your friends! Remember, saying “Sorry, but I need to study,” is the same as “No thanks, but I prefer money over you insignificant little fiends!” (or, if you’re Asian, it could also mean “Sorry, but I’d rather be unpunished than be happy.”). So please, don’t use school as an excuse, because that’s just rude and it’s bad for your image. And it does not show that you’re smart – it shows that you’re an idiot because you didn’t pay enough attention in class.

But go ahead and study
If you think I’m really wrong
Go and read 18 chapters
And memorize the Spanish song

Sooner or later…
When you find yourself finding a friend,
One you have lost long ago, you will feel lost forever.

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